BRAHHHH!!!!

No I didn't scream Brahhhh as in "bro" or "brother", it was the sort of sound that I imagine a mother fuckin' dragon to produce mid-murder of the sweetest kind (don't worry I'm getting somewhere with this).


This is the front of a T shirt from threadless.com and I bought it the other day. I bought it because it is undeniably the most metal shirt I've ever seen and I've seen quite a few of them. Just to put it into perspective, it's a naked woman holding a battle axe riding a dragon that's shooting a skull fireball to kill a unicorn. yeah, I know.

That said, I wanted to turn this into another caption contest so whoever comes up with the best name for the shirt design or caption by any of the subjects in the shirt will win some stiche dollars.

As a heads up, the real title of this is "The Last F*ckin Unicorn." You all have some big shoes to fill

I Can't Stay

Thanksgiving has came and went and I feel as though I'm just a better person by just a little bit every time I spend time with the family over the holidays. I used to think I knew what was in store for me whenever I went down to Iowa (where the Stich family comes from and mostly still is) for Thanksgiving, but I've learned to expect the unexpected. Here are some firsts/memorable moments for me to be thankful for.

I spent early Thanksgiving day though Thanksgiving late-afternoon with the pop's side of the family and I was in store for something special and it started with nothing more than a simple question. "Jordan," my dad begins asking me, "do you like Pink Floyd?" At this prompt I had nothing else to respond with a resounding "Hells yeah." and boy was I in for a treat. vh1 Classic had an all day Pink Floyd special on so while I was in the kitchen helping out with the food (yeah I know, it's scary to think that I handled food to be eaten) we were watching Pink Floyd concert after crazy ass, oh my god everybody at this show is on drugs and I mean hard hallucinogenic drugs concert.

I smiled a little bit inside.

From there I made it over to my Grandpa's house on the mom's side of the family and I'll just start this off by saying, no we didn't watch more Pink Floyd. We had a nice evening and my Grandpa went off to go to bed so my mom and I were talking at length for the first time in quite a while when I looked over at the television that had been left on from earlier that was left on mute. What do you know, the television show "Cheaters" was on.

For those of you who don't know what Cheaters is, it's a show that allows concerned people to have a team of private investigators follow around their spouse to see if they are slutting it up. It's stated purpose is to help prevent infidelity because with this show always on the prowl, a person is supposed to think twice about bangin' out of wedlock. The true reason a person watches this show is to watch lives become ruined because they have a confrontation segment that shows the enraged person (who was just shown footage of their spouse having sex with another person usually) meet up with their unfaithful spouse and whoever the third wheel is. Needless to say hilarity ensues as well as tv magic.

Here's the host Joey Grecko getting stabbed while filming the confrontation segment on a boat.

I digress.

My mother and I noticed that this was on and it was a bit awkward for a moment because neither of us wanted to admit how much we love the show based solely off of Schadenfreude so I finally decided to turn up the volume just as we were seeing a gay dude find his partner and another one of his good friends at a night club.

I love the holidays.

Smile

Hot damn I'm excited.



The Killers' first album "Hot Fuss" will always hold a special place in my heart. The album managed to be released at the perfect time for me and I firmly believe that every single track could have been a single and done well. In my opinion it is the greatest pop album of my lifetime, but then again I say that with nothing backing it up.

The Killers' second album "Sam's Town" took the synthesizer pop madness from "Hot Fuss" and infused them with a double shot of Bruce Springsteen and somehow it worked.

Their new album "Day & Age" comes out today and I am in mid-download as I'm typing this. I'm excited and nervous as to how it'll turn out, because this is my favorite pop band and it would suck if they started taking a nose dive, but I'm willing to risk it.

You can download the album for $3.99 at Amazon right here.


P.S. R.I.P. Nick's car. Don't worry, there's a place in hell reserved for those bastards.

Save Ourselves

So guess who's taking advantage of the system (well, I might be getting the reach around on this one because of how much it'll cost but anyways) and using a Sociology 111 course next semester to go on a trip to Paris and London? That's right this guy.

My peers in the nursing program are going to be going to places like southern Mexico or Africa or China and will be doing something worthwhile and non self-serving. Well, that's just not how I roll. I just turned in the last of my papers and immunization records (along with a 600 dollar deposit) so I'm pretty much going to be going to Europe for sure and for the low low price of just under $2,500 I get to spend my spring break (10 days total) in the old world.

Just to put this in perspective of how sweet this will be for me, I've spent a total of 4 days out of the country which consisted of me driving through Canada on my way to Alaska a few summers ago.
I guess this might be a waste of a question, but for anyone who's been to either city (or country) let me know what's sweet to do there. Hell, even if you've never been there what would you most want me to do so you can live out an experience from afar.

That's the worst idea of the MIAC

So as I mentioned earlier someone took a deuce on my floor's bathroom floor about a week ago. Normally I would try to strike that from my memory but through a series of events I faced it again.

As I was walking back to my room tonight after smoking a cigar someone was leaving the bathroom shouting "Who put that shit on the bathroom wall?" and he was visibly irate at what was on the wall.

Upon hearing a combination of the words "shit" and "bathroom", my RA ran out of his room and he was visibly groggy as though he was sleeping and was shaken up to say the least. We all went into the bathroom and looked around, but there was no poo. Someone had written the Minnesota men's hockey record on the whiteboard in the bathroom which led me to believe that he was a North Dakota fan.

When all was cleared up, I looked at my RA and he had a disapointed, almost whistful look on his face. He was ready for some flooor shiting action, but it ended up being a false alarm...
poor guy.



As a side note, if one types in "University of Minneosta Hockey" into google, about midway down the first page is a link to the riots of 2003 after the national championship. sweet

Almost

Today has been the fourth day in a row that my iPod has ran out of batteries from studying too long. I'm going to be in a way better mood once 2:30 rolls around and I'll be done with this shitty shitty week. Who knows, more than 4 hours of sleep might happen.

We've got a bleeder

I received an email from my hall director today and thought I'd share.

"Residents of Erickson Hall,

I want resident feedback about the "pranks" and behaviors of some residents in the Erickson community. You were asked from day 1 to treat this like a home.

So far this year we have had popcorn covering a hallway, shaving cream sprayed in the hallway and lounge, a pile of human crap in the middle of a bathroom, ketchup in a bathroom, excessive vomiting, a thermostat destroyed by the south door, and residents being pennied into their rooms."

All of the sections in bold were things that happened on my floor. Yeah, some fuck up apparently dropped trow and shit in the middle of the night. The next morning I woke up at 5:30 because I had to do some hardcore bio studying (when is it not hardcore?) and I was groggy as hell so when I walked into the bathroom and saw a pile of shit on the floor flabbergasted is about as good a word as I could find to describe my thoughts at the time.

In other news, while I was selling plasma today the person to the left of me had their line removed poorly and I saw a solid 2 foot stream of blood smoke the technician in the face mask.

I laughed to myself while the person across from me had a look of pure horror and disgust.

Would you call that a Character flaw? I hope not

Hot Damn

It's getting to be that time of year again. The time of the year when the days get shorter and a bit colder every day and a little bit of me dies inside. Don't get me wrong, I love winter and snow, but its this in between time when it's rainy and everything is becoming gray/brown/death colored.

It's also the time of the year when daylight savings comes into play and even though I get a sweet ass extra hour of sleep for a day, the trade off is that it's night by 5:00 p.m. which isn't all that fun.

So, in order to keep my sanity I stop listening to certain bands/music because it's just too damn depressing. I've been doing this for two years now and I've found it helps my demeanor as well as overall sanity. So without any further hesitation, here is a list of music I won't listen to until spring.

• Alice in Chains - This is Grunge at it's finest and for 7 months a year or so I love it. However, song after song about heroin and how much they love it is just too much in the middle of winter.

• Staind - I used to really dig this band, but most their songs are depressing as hell and deal with the topic of how much they hate their dads.
  

• Burial - I just started listening to Burial this past summer so only time will tell if I'll be able to listen to it in the dead of winter but something tells me that the relaxation to depression level ratio isn't going to fair too well

• Iron & Wine - This is similar to Burial in that I just started getting into this band this summer but unlike Burial, I have a bit more hope that won't make my heart sad mid-February.

They're just a few bands that won't be getting too many plays this winter but I know that some artists like The Field and The Killers just make me all sorts of happy so it evens out.

Side note from the weekend... I'm pumped as hell to see the Quantum of Solace (the new bond film) as Daniel Craig's previous effort, Casino Royale, was one of the most entertaining films I've seen in some time.

Also, Gears of War 2 came out a few days ago, but I'm trying to show some self control on that. I've got 2 tests, 3 papers (big ones), a 20 minute speach (fun fact - I lost my voice last night and I'm wonering when I'll be getting it back), and a lab report all due this coming week. So, I'm going to hold off and I plan on waiting until Friday to buy it... maybe.

Well, I can't act like I wasn't expecting something like this to happen.

So yeah, I went through with being a huffer for Halloween and it went over better than I thought it would (although I got quite a few dirty dirty looks from parents when I went to a hockey game). I did run into a problem though. A lady friend of mine promised me that she would hook me up with some eye-makeup remover which takes spray paint right off however she forgot. So, I had two options (well three, but I wasn't about to go syphon gas just so I could use gasoline on my face). Option 1 - go to Walgreens and buy some eye-makeup remover with a face full of gold spray paint.
Option 2- Use vodka.

I went with option 2.